Remember the Beijing Olympics in 2008? The stadiums that impressed the world, the jaw dropping opening ceremony that had millions on the edge of their seats and the of course the 19 gold medals for Great Britain? Certainly an event that will be remembered for a long time to come. But that was then, this is now. The stage is slowly being set for the London 2012 Olympics, and its not going to be pretty.

Being chosen to follow Beijing is probably the worst thing that could have happened to Britain. Were broke, we cant afford the games and according to polls the majority of people don’t even want them, newspapers around the world already dubbing London 2012 as the ”Cheap” games.

Ok, so its probably unfair to judge an event almost three years before it even takes place, but what we have seen so far doesn’t exactly fill your heart with pride. The hand over ceremony for instance was slap dash at best. Out of all the ideas and possibilities you could use to get people excited about the 2012 games, what did London’s olympic committee come up with? David Beckham punting a football off a bus and some crap dancers. You only have to look at the games logo a five year old obviously drew to realise just how unimpressive 2012 is going to be.

Don’t get me wrong though, there are a few positives coming out of this. We get the olympics on our doorstep, some much needed upgrades to our infrastructure and half of East London got demolished. That’s a good result id say, not forgetting we also get some shiny new playgrounds to explore.

For a while now London’s Olympic Stadium has been quietly taking shape, seemingly off the radar of explorers and photographers. This is possibly due to the 24/7 security presence, with perimeter patrols every eight minutes, Six meter high electrified fences, arrays of cameras every few steps and the huge lit no mans land between you and the stadium itself. In other words, risky. I’m not exactly sure on the consequences of being caught inside, especially after going through all the effort of infiltrating the site, but it was clearly obvious after the immigrant worker scandal a few month prior, security had stepped up their game. In other words, a challenge.

So on a cold winters eve, myself, Alias, Rookinella and Snappel set forth to test the electric fences with rather large sticks, probing for flaws we might capitalise on, thankfully finding one, very large flaw. The fences weren’t even on. With that large piece of tactical knowledge, the rest was easy, dodge the patrol and make a dash for the stadium.

Given the stadium was still essentially just a core, there was nowhere to hide. We stuck out like sore thumbs against the light concrete background, if anyone was to walk into the stadium and have a look around we were done for, why does this sound so familiar. Thankfully, apart from a few scary moments caused by security deviating from their usual patrol routes the night was a fairly chilled affair. The spring back the only slight hassle of the trip.